Miraculous
a prayer in poem form
It is miraculous
That the sun shines
So happily reaching
Through the branches
Catching my eye
While the world burns
And people weep
The sun shines
Miraculous—
God, if You can speak
And make a world
As beautiful as it is,
Who am I
to doubt Your power
When I whsiper
my desperate prayers?
Your goodness is seen
In the sunshine
The trees, the birds, the grass,
You care for these
And You care for me
Too wonderful to believe
I read Your Words
I write my prayers
I sing a song to You
Still I doubt
If it’s enough
Enough to make You smile
I make You out
to be a god that You are not
For You are kind
Gracious
Merciful
Forgiving
And You give good gifts
So forgive me once more
For my faithless thoughts
And establish in me
An understanding of You
That is true
Renew unto me
A heart of gratitude
For the beauty that surrounds
For the sun that shines
The birds that sing
And the flowers that grow
You do answer prayers
And You can answer mine
Though my faith is small
Small as a mustard seed
Please create in me
A heart dedicated to thee.
Snippets of thoughts are often easier to write than organized prose. I am well aware that this stream of consciousness is grossly unedited and almost novice in nature. These words flowed from a heart enamored by sunlight. There were scribbled down, weighed and chosen for their simplicity. I’m learning that prayers should not be intended to impress God. How can anything from a human impress Him—the Almighty—in the slightest? Prayers should rather be honest, worshipful, and repentent. I present to you, dear readers, a prayer, in poem form.



Very beautiful 🥹
estbalished
Thanks for writing. God is so kind to us.